Just back from my visit to Wales to see my husband, I am once again thrown into the mundane reality of life. With him on the other side of the world, I am faced feeling like I have a lack of connection. But of what? From myself? The world around me? Nature?. As my husband so gently pointed out last night was I failing to see that my connection is all around me, and within me. The simplest of things can be my connection. The scent of rosemary drifting in from the back yard, the smell of my orange tree in the back yard or on a larger scale my connection to the land when I visit him.
He is right, each trip I have taken I have come home with a special connection of some kind. My First trip was the a yew tree in a graveyard on an old Celtic Site, and the Sheela-na-gig stone that so mesmerized me as I stood in front of her. Wondering what the carver was thinking as he or she carefully sculpted her. On my second visit it was Newgrange & Loughcrew that spoke to me in more ways than I ever imagined, and my heart sang as we walked along the hills of Elan Valley.
This time my trip was one of the present; city life. Beautiful Brits beaming with life and loving their lives. Taking time for the good things. Enjoying their food, their drink,their gift of gab and shopping.
But my one very special connection was to the stone circle centered in the park right around from my husband's flat. I didn't see it at first, for I was in awe of the beauty of the trees and watching the squirrels play. Then there it was, I didn't care who created it. I was being called. I approached the circle slowly taking in the detail of the stones, how they were place, walking in between the stones I felt the boundary created.
For so many years I imagined what it would be like to walk amongst the stones, and created the magick in my head. But nothing prepared me for reality. This was REAL....I could touch the stones, walking around each one until I found the one that spoke to me. Running my hands over the stone I was mesmerized. Walking back to the center altar stone to inspect it, seeing the groves etched into the rough edge of stone. Only to have my husband explain later that the Ancient Britains used these types of groves that were filled with sand to help drill and break the stones apart.
Even though this circle was erected by the local council, I became a part of this stone circle. I left a bit of myself and the circle gave me a REAL memory to draw upon at some later date when I need to bring the feeling of the circle into my rituals.
My path twists and turns as I grow, learn and expand. What I learned is that reality; what I can touch, taste, feel and smell is all I need to create and manifest my magick.